The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The iron gate shuddered against its rusted hinges as the first arrow struck the oak door, a sound like a bone snapping in the dark. You stood in the center of the hall, the air thick with the scent of damp stone and old blood, watching the light from the single candle flicker and die. The war had come not with a roar, but with this quiet, relentless pressure, a slow tightening of the noose...

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